There's no denying it. We are getting tired.
I tried to ignore it but you can see that we are slowing down.
We get up later. We drive less. We even call it quits after one margarita.
It is time to get my Mom home.
We check in to our hotel in Benson, AZ.
How is it that the cheapest hotel that we've stayed with on this trip turns out to be the nicest.
The only thing missing is the automatic pancake maker.
We get my Mom in and she's down for a nap.
I try to exlore Benson but I find it near impossible to find anything to do. Not surprising since more people work in my office building than live here.
Eventually, she's up from her nap and ready to eat.
Unfortunately, the choices are very limited. Yelp is no help. I go to the front desk and ask for a recommendation. He points out the two best restaurants in town and gives me directions.
One is a steak place. One is Mexican food.
My Mom chooses the Mexican food place. (Duh..margaritas).
Getting her out of the car, I really notice something that has been changing about my Mom.
She is really going gray.
At first it was a streak on the side of her head that she kept hidden.
Now, it looks like she is going gray overnight.
"You're going to need to have someone come in and color your hair."
She's replying in mostly one word sentences now. "No. Not anymore."
I think she will be completely gray within the month.
We get seated and order our margaritas.
I think it is hysterical watching my mom drink margaritas. She has to lean in and catch the straw with her mouth. Her eyes get so big and she starts to drink.
I start taking pictures again.
I get a really good one and show it to Jack.
He can't stop laughing either.
My Mom plays along and let's us laugh.
I love that, despite everything going on and how sad this truly is, we can still generate laughter that fills a restaurant.
I'm going to miss that most of all.
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